He read the text and replied:
“WOOOOOOOOW! WHAT? ARE YOU BEING FOREAL? LIKE…YOU ARE NOT JOCKING RIGHT? Well, I ...actually feel the same why, I know I’ve been messing around with some guys, but I actually really like you, and I knew you were a taught one ,but why me? Well…I know I have my grace and everything but dude…Why me? You are cute though, like I really think you can have someone better than me, but if is me the one that you want, hey …I have no complains about it!”
I replied: “so, are we boyfriends right now? Asked me the fucking question you hoe!” so he kindly replied: “Calm the FUCK down, I like you too, just let me fucking romantic for once baby!”
I was so confused but happy at that time, someone who I liked did have the same feeling toward me, I was paralyzed with happiness. I literally thought that after Michael, I will never feel the same towards someone else, but I guess Andrew was the one who could erase Michael from my life and he did.
He replied: “One, I know we have met each other for quite some time, at the begging I thought that you were a sissy, and I actually feel so ashamed for thinking in that way before, I have known you better during this days and honestly I really want to be more than just a friend of yours, I want to have you, possessed you, penetrate you, I…sorry I let my imagination go ,but I really want to know you more and more, I know I am not the best at expressing my feelings but I like you and I think and feel that we should be together no matter what. Cause you make my dick hard and my heart beat, cause you make me laugh and feel like belong, cause I want to fuck you like I have never fucked anyone else, cause I am stupid and only you can understand my stupidity and yeah, I would like to ask you if you would like to attempt to date this guy who worth nothing? “Which I replied: “I do”.
I didn’t know to answer such paragraph to be honest; I just felt so happy that after 4 months dying for Michael I was able to feel the same way when I was with him, that feeling of completeness I don’t know how to describe it but if you know what I am talking about, baby it feels amazing!
On the next day, we didn’t know how to call the other one since we were used to call the other “fucker, hoe, bitch, etc”. So, he decided to call me baby and I decide to call him love and from now and then he would like to be called daddy. To be honest I was very scared about him and the way I will handle my feelings, but he told me the first days as a couple:
“I know you could probably feel weird since you are starting a new relationship, but hey I want you to understand that what you had in the past you need to let it go, I want you to feel and live a different experience, since that is what we are, we are a new experience, let’s make sure is a great experience and hopefully it will be!”
I was shocked when I read that, how the actual hell a guy like him will say such a mature thing, so I replied:
“Let’s make a promise, promise me that if one of us is not feeling love towards the other, he must say it immediately, to avoid future problems to the other”. He kindly replied: “Well duh dude, I don’t want you to broke my heart and have me feeling like the king of the world when you feel shit with me, so I promise you that I will do like so if that ever happens”.
Days passed by and honestly the first 2 months were fantastic, he was very sweet and caring in his own way and I was in the same way with him, we were just like bunnies honest sexting every day and I was living for it hahahahaha OMG I am such a hoe, but hey I know you have done the same exact thing baby don’t try to act the innocent here.
At that time I realized that I started to develop a problem with him, I was obsessed with his dick, like literally I had an issue with it, I was always wanted to see photos of his dick…I think that hormones and having feelings towards him were not a great combination since one day he asked me if I fall in love with him just because of the size of his pennies which it actually made me feel really bad that he felt in that way… but I couldn’t help myself I wanted to see him badly, I wanted to be his. I obviously apologized to which he replied:
“I honestly feel honored, but it took me a minute to realized that you are like a bunny hahaha just like me, but calm down just a bit, I know I am an stallion but hey I need me some love and good music too baby, you know that your daddy is always giving the good shit which I know it can make you nut quick but let’s chill babe”. At that moment I realized that I was relying on pleasure instead of feelings and honestly I felt bad for a bit but I knew he was right thus I began to worry about his feelings instead of our sexual need.
We fought from time to time since we were such dick heads and our pride was bigger than our love sometimes but I attributed it to our age so I didn’t care for it in a while. Months passed and my love for him was growing and growing since I started to fall in love not by the way he looked but for his personality but I was still having issues when he didn’t express his feelings well when he was angry at me or if something bad happened so preferred to keep it instead of talking, and that ladies and gentlemen is SUCH A TIRING AND HORRIBLE HABIT if you do the same thing that Andrew used to do, PLEASE STOP IMMEDIATELY.
I struggled a lot with Andrew since our fights were more often since he didn’t like to say the way he felt when I did something wrong, which made me even angrier and vice versa hahahaha we were two teenagers unable to understand our own feelings but there we were for the other even if we were angry with one another there we were. The words I will use to describe our relationship are messy, passionate and funny. Messy because of our temper and immaturity always crushing with the other, passionate because of our hormones and age cause baby this bitch wanted D all day long and her Mr. BIG D was serving IT. Funny because of our personalities, sometimes I honestly thought that I have found the man of my life , however, sometimes I just wanted to cut his dick off of his body , you know…couple things…since we were from different countries I really wanted to be by his side ,so I started working for the first time ever! Now, I know what you are thinking, what the hell was I doing in a long distance relationship again? And I would like to say: BITCH I DON’T KNOW EITHER! I was young and stupid so don’t you expect too much from the young me. Since I was under 18 my possibilities were almost extinguished and these were my option, to be a waiter at a local restaurant, to be a car washer or to be young prostitute. Now, no restaurant were in need of waiters so that option didn’t work, I tried to be a young prostitute but no man would risk to fuck a minor cause you know… jail, so I became a car washer.